JASON/ EVELYN
JASON
“What drink is this?” I asked her.
Two could play her mind game.
“How about you find out, handsome,”
“How about you tell me, you know there are lots of evil people out there who take people’s life as if they could create one,” I emphasized on the ‘life’
“I’m not that kind of a person.”
“A pretty lady like you can’t possibly harm a fly. I know,” I leaned very close to her as I whispered in her ear. “How about I book a private room for us,”
“You want to book a room with someone you did not know until now?” She asked, there was something in her voice. Something dark and__mischievous
“Isn’t this a clubhouse?”
“It is. It is.” She replied immediately
She walked down to one of the tables where an elderly man was seated. She also whispered something into his ears and he handed her a key.
She walked over to me, “let’s go,” she led the way and opened the door.
She handed the drink to me again. “Why are you so bent on me drinking this?” I asked her with a husky voice
“I want us to get high,”
“I don’t want to get high,” I stood up from my seat as I didn’t wait for her to understand what was going on before I yanked her against me and pinned her to the wall.
She let out a small moan as she kept her eyes half open, half close.
“What is your favorite Sex position?” I asked as I stared deep into her eyes.
“What…why.. why would you ask such a question,” she didn’t answer my question.
Hunter.
“Who are you?” I asked her as I tightened my hand on her throat.
“Selene is my name, Jas.” She answered with blushed cheeks
If she is a hunter then the drink she gave me was Silverwater. My eyes darkened as I didn’t waste anything dipping my already transformed jagged teeth in her neck, and sucked out enough blood.
This was the only way to get Evelyn out of my head, and the prey was worth killing.
Selene gasped for breath as she struggled to fight back, but she was no match for my strength.
“Bastard!” I hissed as I was done sucking enough blood. I didn’t need to look at the mirror to see that my eyes were already red.
I watched life squeeze out from her before I left the room back to the club hall.
The bartender and the man she had walked to earlier stared at me suspiciously.
I paused for a moment as I saw the name of the clubhouse “Pure blooded house” who on earth names a club this way.
I will be back to this place. Someday.
I stepped out before the rest of the people here would know what was going on. It would be hard for me to fight them all if they notice that their fellow hunter is dead.
I took the train back to Miami as it was time to start settling and preparing myself for my trip to New Zealand.
EVELYN
I woke to the scent of Bacon and Coffee, my favorite smell in the world. Individually, they were amazing, but combined? Utter Perfection.
I was surprised Stella was cooking bacon, though. She only ate meat once in a blue moon.
Now that I thought about it, she didn’t drink coffee, either, just tea and her criminally grassy green smoothies.
Weird. Maybe she was entering a new coffee and meat phase.
I opened my eyes and stretched, ready to bask in the glory of my beautiful new room at the hotel.
Instead, I was greeted with the world’s most hideous painting. The mess of brown and green looked like a herd of cats had vomited on it.
What the hell?
I shot up straight, my heart pounding with panic until bits and pieces from the other night slowly came back to me.
Stranger. Toilet. Sex.
My heart rate slowed. Thank God I wasn’t in some psycho murderer’s sex dungeon, though I wasn’t sure sleeping over in this room was much better.
I looked around the room, taking in the simple wooden furniture, navy comforter, and light gray walls. Atrocious art aside, it looked like the room was designed for him, though the faint scent of citrus and soap lingering in the air was so delicious I wanted to bottle it up for future enjoyment.
Where was the aroma coming from?
My eyes landed on the digital clock on the nightstand. 9:32 a. m. Shit. I should’ve been long gone by now.
I climbed out of bed and quickly washed my face and rinsed my mouth in the bathroom across the hall before I walked out of the room.
I pray the rest of the workers haven’t noticed my absence, it won’t be easy for me to slip off, considering I’m still owing the boss from the salon shop.
Holy hell!
Earlier before now I had thought of Stella, who was Stella? I paused for some time as I forced myself to remember who Stella was to me.
Flashes of images started crossing my head as I saw myself and some team members going to clean a certain place and Stella seemed to be my roommate.
And then, this face. Argh___mr, familiar. Who was he to me?
“Are you okay?” A masculine voice sounded in the hall.
I raised my head up feeling a bit dizzy, “yes.. yes, sir.” I responded when I saw my employer.
“Are you sure?” I was about to respond before everything turned pitch black.
“Awake?” A voice sounded in the room. My eyes shot up at the voice.
I shifted my head as I saw my boss sitting at a corner. I scanned the room, this was…his room.
“Sir…” I said as I sat up almost immediately.
“You shouldn’t stress yourself that much. Are you alright?” He asked, his voice full of concern.
“Yes, I am.” I replied as I closed my eyes to remember what happened to me. “I should get back to work, sir.”
“You should take the day off. No worries, I won’t deduct it from your pay,” he said.
Why was he sounding nice?
“What’s your name?” He asked as he held onto my gaze. “I mean, your actual name,”
“Evelyn.” I said. It’s something I haven’t forgotten and even if I was to forget, I couldn’t forget how the stranger had called me. It sounded perfect in his mouth.
It was as if he was the only one who owns the right to call me that way.
“Evelyn,” he repeated the name after me.
“I will prefer it if you call me Red, though. I like the name.” I saw a sharp glint cross his eyes.
“Mm, Red.” He placed his hand under his chin as though he was thinking of the next question to ask me. “Where do you live?”
At this question, I tugged on my necklace again, as I struggled on the right word to use.
“My__my family. They are alive.” I answered without giving out anything.
“I see,” was his only response as he stood up and headed towards the door. “Take the day off, and in case you need anything don’t forget to notify the ones downstairs.”
“Thank you, sir.”
Before he finally stepped out of the room, he turned and said; “don’t leave this room.”
Don’t leave this room?!
Why shouldn’t I leave the room? His room. My boss’s room!
I waited for hours before I left the room to the bar downstairs. The foul mixture of liquor, and a sense of euphoria flows through me as I sway to the loud music.
Here, I’m okay.
As I blend into the middle of lost kindred spirits and empty shells, I don’t feel alien.
No pressure.
No lost potential.
No disturbing images.
Nothing.
Just the way I like it.
I lift the double shot of tequila to my mouth and slurp half of it. The
bitter taste sits on my tongue, leaving a lingering aftertaste that coats my mouth. But it also brings a sense of excitement and reckless abandon.
The burn rushes down my throat and settles uncomfortably on top of the inauspicious dose of tranquilizers I’ve pumped my stomach with.
My solution? Find more alcohol, drugs, and whatever I can get my grubby hands on.
Something. Anything to relieve the pressure of the latest images that have been crowding my head.
Blurry faces with blurry voices in blurry places.
The last thing I need is a reminder of my state of mind or the recent pickle I’ve gotten myself into.
So I choose to sweep it under the rug and pretend everything is fantastic.
Normal.
I’ve just lifted the half-full shot of tequila to my lips when a slim bit broad hand with milky nails snatches the glass and puts it out of reach.
I was about to spout some profanity when my eyes met his sharp green ones. I was instantly hit with a smidge of judgment and a copiou tinge of guilt.
“What are you doing here?” Aside from me violating his orders, I didn’t miss the fact that he wasn’t comfortable with me being downstairs in the bar.
“Sir,” and to my shame I couldn’t give a proper excuse or form a coherent sentence. I stared back at the glass of tequila in his hands as I made a pitiful look.
“Don’t even think about it,” he grabbed my elbow and pulled me out from the middle of the crowd I’ve been happily nestled in.
I struggled to stay at one corner of the bar, “let’s dance.” I said happily.
“This isn’t your scene, Red.” Alex responded coldly. “You know you haven’t paid off your debt, and here you are taking free shots of tequila.”
I gave my best fake smile as I nodded my head. “I will pay.”
“Don’t you have a boyfriend, so he could help you clear all your bills?” He asked me, provoking me more.
The images of the familiar stranger flashed across my face as I quickly shook my head not wanting to blank out again.
I was about to say something else when I saw his eyes glow. It was of a different color. Gold.
You are my personal hell, Evelyn and God knows I don’t want to leave.
The familiar man’s eyes also glowed when we had sex.
My feet turned cold almost immediately as I was no more in high spirits.
“Who are you, Mr, Alex?”